Seismic shift

When I can wait long enough, I see the cracks where the grass grows.  Maybe the ground shifted awhile ago, and I simply didn*t notice.  Really I know the ground is always shifting, the grass is always growing, the earthworms always renewing the earth.  Sometimes I notice... and name what seems a seismic shift.  Really everything is always shifting.

Some days,

Not often,

But often enough,

There is a seismic shift

In the rock layers

Under my feet.

Some days,

Like today,

I notice new cracks

In the pavement.

They are green

With grass:

It has found the dirt

Underneath.

I think

I have not thought this way

Before.

There has been

A seismic shift.

The grass seems a sign

Of earthworms

Reworking the dirt

Under the grass

With their castings.

My eyes go down from there.

There are layers under layers

Upon layers.

But first the shift,

Then the crack

Before the grass

Can grow.

Then all the rest.

Wealth of broken pieces

I set out to write something about putting together a mosaic, and found that I am in the place of contemplating which pieces belong.  I*ve been here before, many times.  It seems this is a time of waiting to know what fits, which are the pieces that belong.  Of course I thought I knew this already.  No.  Darn it all.

Early on

When the Whole

I thought I*d begun

Broke into smaller pieces

I found it all

Shattered into possibility.

The Whole somehow

Had to include

Stray bits from the wayside

Polished pebbles out of the riverbed

Shards of broken glass from the street

Chunks of rock.

I knew I would never get back

To the original picture.

Indeed

I never knew original

Anyway.

Here I am

Later on

The Whole broken

Into smaller pieces again.

There is a wealth

Of broken pieces:

Polished pebbles smooth to the touch;

Shards of colored glass

I hold up to the light;

Chunks of rock I can sit on

While I wait,

While I figure where and if

They fit.

Here I am again:

More pieces,

A veritable wealth

Of broken pieces.

Under every rock

He is Risen!  Alleluia!

When my son was three or four

We took this day,

After the big celebration,

Just the two of us.

We went to the park.

We went to the river.

We went to the zoo.

We went for ice cream.

We looked for new life

Everywhere

And found it.

This was the day

We simply knew

There was new life

Under every rock.

There still is.

Fundamental Attribution Error

I am usually not one to focus on the side effects of medication... until I start feeling odd things after I begin taking it.  Then the research starts.  I am thankfully going off of seizure med #2 which was added along with an increase in seizure med #1.  Then the doctor retired that same week.  I realize that perhaps this is an example of fundamental attribution error.   Even if it is... I*ll take it!

It will take two weeks

To stop the medication

Completely.

It has been three days.

Already I notice myself

Less dizzy

Less blurry

Less moody

More in control.

I am happy to stop the medication

Which I know played havoc

With my stability.

I know all about fundamental

Attribution error.

I know it*s too soon

To notice a real difference.

I am a rational being but still

Not that rational.

Somehow it doesn*t matter.

Three days in

I feel like a rock.

Plymouth Rock.

The Rock of Gibraltar.

I stand on Jesus Christ

The True Rock.

Fundamental attribution error

Or not.